Sweet England

Sweet England - Shirley Collins

Written by：Traditional

As I was a walking one morning in spring

To see the green fields and the gully birds sing

I maiden on lady a making a moan

Oh alas I'm a stranger and a long way from home

I came from sweet England with mother and dad

We thought in America all might be had

Of gold and of silver and acres galore

And never meet hunger and poverty more

But alas for sweet England my father is dead

And mother can learn but little for bread

And I wip as I gaze o'er the far distant

Main

For a fine ship to take me to England again

I even aunt in the country she lives all alone

She'd welcome and love me as I were one

I'd nurse her in sickness and tend her and pain

And thank God I was back in sweet England again

And this so to be back in sweet England again